sitting here thinking back on the better days, the days gone past before the change, the way things were when everything was new and pure when life was
Vertimas: Nukryžiuotąjį. Kelias į Liūdesys.
of grief, One thousand times to be born, one thousand times you will crucified The old woman is still wail for the dead, the old like paths of the people
ain't know me Men of the older G Never thought I would grow to be The cash getting Mad spittin Jumpin in the bath with ass drippin Getting blast takin the path
